No Letters, by The Lamplight Poet

No Letters

by The Lamplight Poet

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1.	No letters 03:26	lyrics	buy track
We left our hands, we left our feet We left our voices without any speech We left our clothes by the waterside We left our kingdom without any kindness, Without any kindness No letters No letters No letters No Folded arms and ink dried up The lamplight dimmer and the empty cups With best ideals in waste paper gone With the line right through and the pages torn And the pages torn No letters No letters No letters No Numbed right down the finger tips No noises from these empty lips Evening water, gentle calm None of us here gonna come to harm Gonna come to harm No letters No letters No letters No No letters No letters No letters
2.	Calling Home 03:58	lyrics	buy track
Climbing up these trees We see the mountains green Calling home Calling home Flying, fighting, growing old Running, writing, going on There was once a time I wished upon A star to guide my way Climbing up these trees We see the mountains green Calling home Calling home We came upon the mount we saw It was barren as the one before We drew our breaths and then once more Went steady on our way Climbing up these trees We see the mountains green Calling home Calling home And time will tell as all else fades What gold we dug in our dying days The memories left in those we raised Yes we who went before Climbing up these trees We see the mountains green Calling home Calling home
3.	You made me come to this 05:29	lyrics	buy track
Under the stars we kissed and sang Under the silver moon we danced Kicking up leaves in my face You got me into this place You made me come to this You made me come to this How much you think we paid Then I could see how we changed Giving ourselves to the flames You got me into this place Oh, You made me come to this Oh, You made me come to this When its all over pretending to be Close all the shutters and sing till they leave Closing the door in my face You got me into this place Oh, You made me come to this Oh, You made me come to this Under the stars we kissed and sang Under the silver moon we danced Kicking up leaves in my face You got me into this place
4.	Raising boys 04:11	lyrics	buy track
When I get home we're raising boys To be gentlemen and poets To have calloused hands the working man is weary To see what he's toiling for more clearly Get back to the river Give back to the poor man Get back to the river To the poor man, To the poor, poor man When I get home, we're raising boys With bargaining and bleeding With punishment and pleading For everything they are needing Get back to the river Give back to the poor man Get back to the river To the poor man, To the poor, poor man When I get home we're raising boys With folk law and fiction With calloused hands the honest man is kneeling Praying what he's toiling for has more meaning Get back to the river Give back to the poor man Get back to the river To the poor man, To the poor, poor man
5.	His day has come 05:51	lyrics	buy track
After the fire has burned he still sings After the fire has burned he still sings After the fire has burned he sings And everybody's watching him He still sings After the band have played he still sings After the band have played he still sings After the band have played he sings And everybody's watching him He still sings After the night has gone After the night has gone His day has come After the choir have sung he still sings After the choir have sung he still sings After the choir have sung he sings And everybody's watching him He still sings After the night has gone After the night has gone His day has come After the fire has burned, his day is come, his day is come After the band have played, his day is come, his day is come After the choir have sung, his day is come, his day is come After the fire has burned, his day is come, his day is come
6.	I remember when 03:51	lyrics	buy track
I remember when we told the stories Of the men beneath the ground Went to war to fight for freedom, Coming back to their homes again I remember those scary stories Soldiers fighting for their nation They traveled far, what would happen to them? Lying down in fields they did not own They're singing, I hear them singing They're singing, they're coming home They're singing and the drums are playing They're coming home Coming home I remember when we told the stories Of the men beneath the ground Went to war to fight for freedom, Coming back to their homes again I remember those scary stories Soldiers fighting for their nation They traveled far, what would happen to them? Lying down in fields they did not own They're singing, I hear them singing They're singing, they're coming home They're singing, the drums are playing They're coming home Coming home Everybody look Everybody stand Everybody dance Everybody, oh They're singing, I hear them singing They're singing, they're coming home They're singing, the drums are playing They're coming home Coming home They're coming home
7.	Row 04:35	lyrics	buy track
They came on the tide to the shore And the natives there asked what they came for They came on their boats, and their boats came to rest They stayed where the hope and industry left We row out, they row back in We row out, they row back in We row out, they row back in We row out, they row back, back again The king heard their saints and their song And the weight that they sang had him singing along He wrote in their book what they drew in the sand Those words that had taken them into that land We row out, they row back in We row out, they row back in We row out, they row back in We row out, they row back, back again

credits

released September 23, 2015

Produced and Recorded at Adrian Rea studios

Dan Pierce- vocals and guitar
Dave Benjamin- vocals and piano
Claire Green- vocals and tambourine
Tom Archer- vocals and percussion
Phil White- Violin

Album Artwork by Naomi White